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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Nico to the punk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.