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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Rekid,
MDC,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.