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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.