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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.