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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.