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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.