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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.