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 Mauritania 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 Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.