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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
UT,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.