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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.