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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Bluetip to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.