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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.