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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.