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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 a harpsichord and an oboe 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
June Days,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.