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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Index,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.