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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.