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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
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,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.