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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.