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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Scion,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.