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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.