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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.