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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.