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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Television,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.