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 Bahamas and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.