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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
This Heat,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.