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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.