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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
The Names,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.