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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.