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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.