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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Japan,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
UT,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.