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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.