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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.