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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Faust to the disco 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.