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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 sitar 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.