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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.