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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.