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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.