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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.