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 Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.