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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.