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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.