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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.