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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
The Move,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.