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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.