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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Moebius 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.