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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.