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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.