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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.