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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the techno 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.