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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.