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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.