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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.