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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.