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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.