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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 disco 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.