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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.