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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.