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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.