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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.