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 Portugal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.