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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.