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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Hashim 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.