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 Pakistan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Brick,
ABBA,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.