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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.