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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Audionom,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.