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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Urselle,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.