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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Television,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Darondo,
Ronan,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.