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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Main Source,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
the Association,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.