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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.