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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
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 güiro 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Smog,
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.