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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Hoover to the punk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.