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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.