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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the jazz 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.