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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Intrusion to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.