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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.