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 Barbados and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.