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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.