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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.