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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.