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 Niger and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.