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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.