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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
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.