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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.