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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.