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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.