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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
ABC,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.