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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.