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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.