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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 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 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
AZ,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Technova,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.