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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.