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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.