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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.