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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.