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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.