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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
The Searchers,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.