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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the disco 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.