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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 theremin 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.