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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Brick,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.