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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 The Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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?
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.