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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.