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 Suriname and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Franke,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
The Cure,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.