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 Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.