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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.