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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pulsallama to the jazz 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.