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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sound to the funk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.