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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.