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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Deakin,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.