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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.