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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.