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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.