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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.