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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Ossler to the grunge 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.