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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.