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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Liliput 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.