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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the grunge 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.