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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.