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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.