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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.