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 Guyana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sneak. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.