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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Gong,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.