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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Boredoms to the disco 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.