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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
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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.