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 Comoros 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Move to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.