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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Ossler,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.