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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Corsano to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
The Index,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.