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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.