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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.