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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Smog,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.