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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 Calgary and Lagos.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Goldenarms to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
June Days,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.