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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.