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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
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.