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 Dominican Republic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
UT,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.