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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.