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 Portugal 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.