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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.