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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.