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 France and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.