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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.