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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doors to the techno 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.