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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Monolake to the electroclash 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.