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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Detroit Cobras to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.