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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Can,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.