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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.