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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.