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 Ecuador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.