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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Blues Magoos 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.