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 Grenada and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.