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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Television,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.