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 Yemen and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Shoche to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.