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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.