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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.