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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.