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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.