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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.