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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Nico,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.