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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.