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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.