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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
The Doors,
The Index,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.