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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Music Machine to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.