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 South Sudan 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.