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 Korea South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 marimba and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Can,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.