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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Salvador and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
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,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
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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.