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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 güiro 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 Lou Reed to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.