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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.