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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.