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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
DNA,
Can,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.