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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-102 to the disco 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.