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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.