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 Philippines 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Quantec,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
10cc,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.