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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Slave,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.