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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.