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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wasted Youth to the rap 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.