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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.