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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 chamberlin 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.