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 Mali and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.