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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light to the grunge 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.