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 Moldova 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wake to the electroclash 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys 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?
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.