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 Germany and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 New Order to the jazz 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Fear,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.