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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
JFA,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.