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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Sonics 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.