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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Sparks to the grunge 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.