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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
The Slits,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.