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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the techno 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.