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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wake to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Swans,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.