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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 The Angels of Light to the dance 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.