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 Japan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.