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 Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.