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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Hoover,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.