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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.