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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Oblivians to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.