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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.