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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.