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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Pagans,
10cc,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.