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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.