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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.