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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.