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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.