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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
cv313,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.