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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.