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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.