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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.