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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Chrome to the grunge 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.