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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Porter Ricks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.