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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 The Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Can,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.