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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.