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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.