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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.