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 Jordan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Television,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.