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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Nas,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.