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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.