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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Cluster,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.