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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.