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 Comoros and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.