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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Television,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Organ,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.