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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Can,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.