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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.