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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.