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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
X-102,
PIL,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.