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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Section 25,
UT,
JFA,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.