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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 oboe 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.