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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.