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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.