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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears 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?
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
The Wake,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.