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 Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Index,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.