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 Spokane.
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 Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
UT,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.