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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Scion,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.