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 Mali and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.