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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 J.B.'s to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.