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 Iran and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Whodini,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.