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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 synthesizer and a snare 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.