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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.