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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
June Days,
AZ,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.