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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.