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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.