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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.