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 Zambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Cluster,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.