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 United States and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Last Poets to the punk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.