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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.