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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the techno 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.