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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.