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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.