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 Honduras and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
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,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Ossler,
DNA,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.