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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.