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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.