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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.