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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 The Standells to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
the Association,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.