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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
10cc,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.