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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 The Saints to the disco 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.