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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Music Machine to the jazz 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.