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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.