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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Nas,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.