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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
The Names,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.