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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Monks,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.