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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.