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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.