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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 sitar 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 Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Crime,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.