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 France and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 The Pop Group to the techno 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.