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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.