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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Smog,
MDC,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.