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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.