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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Television,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.