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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the dance 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders 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?
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.