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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.