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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.