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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.