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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.