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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.