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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.