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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.