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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
cv313,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.