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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.