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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.