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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.