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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
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.