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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Robert Görl to the disco 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Swans,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.