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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Lower 48 to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.