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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Metal Thangz to the techno 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.