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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.