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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.