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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Circle Jerks 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.