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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.