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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
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A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.