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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
New Order,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.