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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Archie Shepp to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.