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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.