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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.