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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
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,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.