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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.