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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.