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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Adolescents to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.