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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.