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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Trojans to the punk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Organ,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
UT,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.