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 Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.