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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.