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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 linndrum 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.