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 Madagascar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Sixth Finger to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.