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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
UT,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
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.