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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.