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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Clear Light to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '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 Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
MC5,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.