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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
X-101,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.