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 Gambia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
UT,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.