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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.