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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Lyres,
Television,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.