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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.