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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Lalann,
The Index,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.