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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.