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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.