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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.