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 Germany and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.