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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 rhodes 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.