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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the funk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.