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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the rock 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.