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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.