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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Television,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
the Swans,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.