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 Jordan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.