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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.