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 Panama and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers 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?
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
AZ,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.