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 Burkina 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Section 25 to the rock 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.