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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Hashim,
X-101,
MC5,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.