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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
The United States of America,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.