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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.