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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 güiro 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.