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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.