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 Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lagos and Beijing.
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 spring reverb 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.