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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Minutemen 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.