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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.