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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.