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 Fiji and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.