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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.