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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.