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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.