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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.