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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Martian to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Mars,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.