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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Television,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
AZ,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.