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 France and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.