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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.