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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.