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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The Cowsills to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.