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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pretty Things 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Crime,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.