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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.