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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.