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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.