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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.