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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 theremin 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.