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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.