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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.