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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Black Sheep to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
The Index,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.