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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.