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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.