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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 The Fuzztones to the disco 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.