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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.