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 Egypt and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.