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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
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.