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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.