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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.