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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.