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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.