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 India and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.