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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
X-101,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.