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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.