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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.