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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 clarinet 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 Vainqueur to the rap 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.