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 Latvia and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Pole,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.