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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.