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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.