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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.