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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 John Holt to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.