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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Main Source,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.