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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.