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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.