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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 World's Most to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.