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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.