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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Slave,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.