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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Simply Red to the techno 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.