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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.