Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Franke,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.