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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 FM Einheit to the rock 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.