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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Pantytec to the funk 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.