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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
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.