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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.