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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.