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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.