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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.