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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.