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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Lalann to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Cluster,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Pole,
Unwound,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.