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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.