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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.