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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
The Index,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.