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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.