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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.