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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 kango's stein massive to the rap 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.