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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 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 Kas Product to the funk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.