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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a theremin 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
EPMD,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.