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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.