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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.