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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.