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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lagos and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.