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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.