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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.