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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eddi Front 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.