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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Swans,
The Saints,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.