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 London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.