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 Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Surgeon to the funk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.