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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.