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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Index,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.