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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.