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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.