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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.