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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 K-Klass to the punk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.