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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Monks,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.