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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.