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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.