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 Dominica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.