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 France and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
DNA,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
The Martian,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.