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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.