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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The Smiths to the electroclash 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.