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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.