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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
T. Rex,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.