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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.