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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Scientists,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.