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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young to the electroclash 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.