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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.