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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minutemen to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Scion,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.