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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Index,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.