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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.