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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 June of 44 to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.