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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the techno 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.