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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.