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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Technova,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.