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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.