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 Venezuela 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.