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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Fear,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.