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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.