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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.