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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.