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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.