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 Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 the Normal to the punk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.