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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.