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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.