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 India and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.