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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.