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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.