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 Philippines and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
The Wake,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.