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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Cybotron 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.