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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.