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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Qualms,
The Saints,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.