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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.