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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.