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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.