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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.