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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.