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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.