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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.