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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.