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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.