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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.