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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Slits to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.