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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Gladiators to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.