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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Grauzone to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.