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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the rock 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.