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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.