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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
CMW,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.