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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the techno 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.