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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.