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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.