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 Jordan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Smog,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.