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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.