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 Haiti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.