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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.