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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.