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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.