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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pole to the techno 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.