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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.