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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.