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 Mauritania 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.