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 Germany 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
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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.