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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose 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?
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.