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 Guinea 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Standells to the grunge 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Swans,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.