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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
the Germs,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.