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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.