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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the funk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.