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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
10cc,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.