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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.