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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.