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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.