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 Angola and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.