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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.