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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama 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?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
David McCallum,
UT,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.