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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.