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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.