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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.