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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Gong,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.