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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.