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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 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 Shoche 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.