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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Severed Heads to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.