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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.