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 Ireland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.