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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.