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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.