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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.