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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.