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 Liberia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.