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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.