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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.