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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Chrome,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.