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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 cv313 to the jazz 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.