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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 The Moleskins 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.