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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
The Sound,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.