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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.