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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 Holger Czukay 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 The Pretty Things to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.