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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.