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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The United States of America to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Franke,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.